Methodist-Hymns-469
1: THAT mystic word of Thine,
O sovereign Lord,
Is all too pure, too high,
too deep for me;
Weary of striving,
and with longing faint,
I breathe it back again
in prayer to Thee.
2: Abide in me, I pray,
and I in Thee;
From this good hour,
O leave me never more.
Then shall the discord cease,
the wound be healed,
The lifelong bleeding
of the soul be o’er.
3: Abide in me; o’ershadow
by Thy love
Each half-formed purpose,
and dark thought of sin;
Quench ere it rise,
each selfish, low desire,
And keep my soul as Thine,
calm and divine.
4: As some rare perfume
in a vase of clay
Pervades with a fragrance
not its own.
So, when Thou dwellest
in a mortal soul,
All heaven’s own sweetness
seems around it thrown.
5: Abide in me; there have
been moments blest
When I have heard Thy voice
and felt Thy power;
Then evil lost its grasp,
and passion, hushed,
Owned the divine enchantment
of the hour.
6: These but were seasons,
beautiful are rare;
Abide in me,
and they shall ever be;
Fulfil at once Thy precept
and my prayer
Come and abide in me,
and I in Thee.
